A Sprint through Guatemala to Belize City

I rose early in the morning, catching the 6:20am collectivo van to the Honduras/Guatemala border at El Florido.  It was a twenty minute ride, and I passed out of Honduras and into Guatemala without any trouble.  I wasn't even asked to pay the 10 Quetzal ($1.25) bribe that I thought was standard when entering Guatemala.  … Continue reading A Sprint through Guatemala to Belize City

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Copan Ruinas

The four hour trip to Copan Ruinas started auspiciously when I showed up at the bus station and a man told me the 9:45am bus had broken down and the next bus wasn't leaving until 11am. I sat down on a rock to wait. At 10:45, I went to find the bus.  There was no … Continue reading Copan Ruinas

Santa Rosa de Copan and Gracias, Honduras

I didn't need a reminder that I am thirty-nine years old, but spending the previous day on buses gave me one anyways.  I woke up, and my hips were sore, my back was sore.  My head and stomach were sore from midnight hotdogs and aquardiente.  I was mentally and physically drained. I did some half-assed … Continue reading Santa Rosa de Copan and Gracias, Honduras

Four buses, two taxis and thirteen hours; El Salvador to Honduras

The plan was to be in Santa Rosa de Copan, Hondurans by 7pm.  I would leave Juayua, El Salvador at 9am for Santa Ana, arriving at 10am to catch a 10:30am connection to Metapan, arriving at 11:45am for a noon connection to El Poy at the border, arriving at 3pm. From El Poy, after exiting … Continue reading Four buses, two taxis and thirteen hours; El Salvador to Honduras

Juayua, El Salvador

The 6:30am bus from El Tunco to Sonsonate, where I would connect for Juayua (Why-OOH-ah) was the first time I was separated from my bag.  The ayudante took it from me as I boarded through the rear emergency exit and placed it behind the last row of seats.  I took a seat several rows up … Continue reading Juayua, El Salvador

Halfway

Yesterday, (Monday, May 12)the fiftieth day of my trip, halfway home, a trip the purpose of which was to rapidly dislocate myself from the comfort of home, a place I know, to someplace faraway, foreign, unfamiliar, and make my way slowly back, was appropriately spent in four buses and two taxis for twelve hours getting … Continue reading Halfway

A lull in Suchitoto and El Tunco

Suchitoto was boring.  It was a nice enough colonial town that apparently came to life on weekends with art galleries, a place that San Salvadorans escaped to from the heat and madness of the city.  But I was there on a Monday, and it was dead.  It felt like a smaller Granada without all the … Continue reading A lull in Suchitoto and El Tunco

TicaBus to El Salvador

It was hard getting out of bed at 5am again.  My room shared a bathroom, one of those that had a door accessing it from each room, with a four bed dorm, occupied by two Argentine couples, who returned late from partying.  I'm not sure if they realized that someone was sleeping on the other … Continue reading TicaBus to El Salvador